i am quite illiterate on producing technology

your feed looks like my tumblr

it is hopeful

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

god being the centre magnet

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

sorry i am texting like a slav

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

what do you think my name is

so at the end

propensity within someone

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

thank you

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."